The Moons Child (Sample)

The media andmessengers wavered.Banners screamed 'Warhas been waged, uniteour men in holy arms.' /The armies beganto group like mercury.Sitting at the camp, we are wondering what we will become./Our fires were blazingfor warmth and cooking.Huddled like stones wesit one next to the other for support./We joke and laugh hardpretending not toremember our life or the consequence of our not breathing./As we tell storiesabout familymembers, we keep themdistant from feeling, for our own ...